I have recently been given a letter. This letter was written by my father back in 1982. I have written about my father a few times and usually with a lot of anger. Anger towards my lost childhood , anger towards the physical and emotional violence and anger towards the fact that I never got a chance to ask him why he was like he was. My father died aged 39 long before I was emotionally mature enough to ask the appropriate questions.
This letter allows me to understand my father as a fellow addict. I was able to read this letter as though I had written it. It is open and honest. It is a man crying out for love. It is a man clinging on to a happy childhood memory as though his life depended on it. As an addict I understand this. I believe all we need is to feel the love.
Love never fails!
Dear Aunt Kate,
I wrote this poem at a time in my life when all I wanted to do was “end it all” , but I began to think of all the things that have happiness in my life and the days I found the most enjoyable were those days that I spent with you.
After I had written the poem things seemed much brighter,so with all of my heart I thank you for the gift of your love over the years.
If all this sounds a little “wishy- washy” I make no apology for it.
You have given me the most precious gift of all, the will to live and the knowledge that someone, somewhere will always love me, warts and all, for as long as you live.
With All My Love
John
8thMay1982
Despite the fact that this letter was written in 1982 the struggles facing addicts all over the world remain the same. Writing a letter in desperation is sometimes all we have.
This has to change.
We need love and compassion. We need understanding. We need acceptance of our illness.
If you are dealing with addiction in your life then you know this is true.
A letter to an Aunty or thoughts of suicide are not the solution to our illness, Love is.
Love Never Fails.
Live the Life
Tom